Sonnet
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
Lady Mary Coke
The gentle maid, whose hapless tale
| These melancholy pages speak
| Say, gracious
lady, shall she fail
| To draw the tear adown thy cheek? |
No; never was thy pitying breast
| Insensible to
human woes;
| Tender, though firm, it melts distrest
| For weaknesses it never knows. |
Oh! guard the marvels
I relate
| Of fell ambition scourgd by fate,
| From reasons peevish blame.
| Blest with thy smile, my dauntless
sail
| I dare expand to fancys gale,
| For sure thy smiles are fame.
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H. W.
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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